With Sam finally fre, he picked up the Plasma rifle from the corpse, running towards... anywhere he could hide. He finally found a spot, next to a dead human.Any dock in a storm, he thought as he jumped in the air, landing randomly, his arms and legs splayed out. The plasm rifel was still in his grasp, any Grunt or Elite that tried to mve him would be in for a surprise.

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Deep thought #1: In the end, everyone dies. No one can outrun time, death itself is always breathing down your neck, just waiting to slip the noose over you. But, in your time of death, what matters is not when or how or even why. What matters is what you do with it. Do you sit down and call it quits, or do you get up, stare your killer and death itself in the face, and laugh copiously, right until the end.